WHOLE PELICAN
WP—5
11–15–25
11–15–25
Birds at the Cape
by Chris Andrew
Philadelphia, Pennsylvannia
on a day to end all days,
birds misbehaving and hearing other birds sing, sailing,
song traveling through the air,
beginning and ending.
Be the air we breath, enter our lungs and stay,
beginning and ending (like we do),
make believe that believing is still a thing,
pushing and shoving.
Birds singing, une chanson qui commence et se termine,
cynical things, still believing,
seeing through the fog and being pensive, still as rocks.
Be the air we breath, the air over the course of the day, coarse,
on a day to end all days.
The birds, wanting only to be held,
singing to be held and singing—even though the air is coarse—
a complex song so long
that they nearly break their own wings in the process:
une chanson qui commence et se termine.
© Chris Andrew